I know many who are worse of than youBut you stick to you fuck-ups like they're made out of glueLittle Dysfunk you, now what you gonna do?Your eyes are watery, a mouth made for joyAlways quoting Morrisey but did you ever do it with a boy?I've got a mouth for joy

And I can take you on, I can take you onI'll be your next-door neighbour, your mother and your saviorI can take you on, I can take you onI'll be the murder on the Rue Morgue, you're trying to solveOh, I can't wait too long, I can't wait too long,Hear me calling out for you, calling out for youPlease don't wait too long, please don't wait too long,Makes me crazy, hearing you go on about the "so much for bleached nostalgia.."

You're not afraid of pain, I know what you didBut now the question is do you really dare to live?Pretty Dysfunk kidIt's better to be bitter than to seem like a fool,You say and hide behind your beer-glassBut I'm not so impressed by your dysfunk moves'Cause I'm a dysfunk too

But I can take you on, I can take you onI'll be your next-door neighbour, your mother and your saviorI can take you on, I can take you onI'll be the murder on the Rue Morgue you're trying to solveOh, I can't wait too long, I can't wait too longHear me calling out for you, calling out for youPlease, don't wait too longPlease, don't wait too long, makes me crazyHearing you go on about the "so much for bleached nostalgia.."